That which i tell you in the dark,
speak ye in the light

Snapshot.
time stopped.
a memory caught in colour.

Torn pages fill my bin
each one with a different idea
each idea not working out

so many thoughts flash through my head
but which ones to put on paper?

another page crumpled into a ball
will i ever achieve a finished poem?

Laughter can fill the greatest silence

Life is a mountain
and together we are its steep

Death is not the closing of a door
but the opening of a new one

You have to believe in a dream
otherwise you have to face reality and that sucks

Be yourself in life and at the end you will have no regrets

be true to yourself and you will know that people have liked you for who you are

be indiviual. be you. as there is no other you in the world so why turn into somebody else?

Death is not the end, it is merely a new beggining

You've just got to open your eyes
open your heart
open your mind

you'll see them everywhere
in everyone
quick as a flash
then they'll be gone

i believe in fairies